Seasonal allergies can be rough. They masquerade as the flu, for goodness sake! But the whole spectacle is really just the trees and flowers doing their business, spreading their love, surviving. Who are we to argue?
Haiku 9, 2026
Pollen drops like rain
painting the whole world yellow.
Why fight love’s splendor?
Here’s to rolling with the inevitable and finding the joy in the subsequent blossoming.
That’s all we can do!! Sniff!